I visited the Namib Desert with my dad a little over two years ago and it was just brilliant. I couldn't stop talking about it when I got home and wanted to share the experience with everyone I loved. I knew I would be back. My favorite day was climbing up Dune 45 to watch the sun quietly creep up over the mountains in the distance, slowly illuminating the dunes ahead. The sand glistened in the peacefulness of the morning. Only the heat broke the silence.
Last week I found myself marching up this dune once again and with another man I adore. This time the clouds shielded us from the rays and we stayed up there for a while. We breathed in the landscape one minute and tumbled in it another. It was a good day.
Our lovely friend Erik has been overlanding with us since Cape Town. Obviously, we had to work in some twirling and then some twerking.
